when you have
gone I feel the
emptiness as if a strong
wind took away the only shelter
that protected my eyes from
the burning sensation
and I know what a missing kind
feeling is and after
you go I am like a warm
pair of feet forced to walk
across the snow in order to advance
past this emotion of missing you
if I had shown you the
amount I wanted your affection
I would be afraid you may
want to run from my love
and I have seen you
slowly become happier and closer
to me
so my fears betray me
responces
that dance this hard
and sing this loudly
playing a
long and complicated
journey out
in our minds while slowly
falling into the realm of sleep
raised to make
a giant bonfire when
the whole castle needs a
good burning down session
destruction of
myself no longer an option
and I can say
I have regrets
but I will have
joyful inspirations as well
and nothing
will stop me now
stand up
off your scene
and replace
the mind you thought you had
make a whole
realized description
of your shiny white moon
and shiny white room
the last thing
you get before you leave is
a kiss
and then the end
is made happy
by the lifting up
of a feeling
that lasts all day
and the clouds
remind you
would you see
the end of the day
strolling across
the face of our hug
holding
on to the hour
like we hold hands
and I have to
hold my breath
today I know I gasp
between kisses
because I even
know that not enough
air exists on earth
to refill me
after you have heated me
She is active, calculating in photographic images.
I am less activated, outlining in cloudy impressions.
She becomes quick, trusting these video stills.
I become dull, misbelieving my busted camera.
She mistrusts her belief in her pictured observing, and there is faith in that self doubt.
I see not to distrust, yet I don’t assume from facts in broken portraits.
Questioning her revelations, she forgets why she asked herself.
Answering my revelations, I forget what the questions were.
When proof fails her, she doubts everything.
When proof fails me, I am correct again.
She continues fast and sharp, in her clarity.
I continue boring and less fast, in my fog.
She wants a plan, without desires or objectivity.
I wish my desires, with no plan that I can see.
She has new confusion in her understanding.
I have new understanding in my confusion.
what possible
combination of verbs
could make the feelings clear
just because
I was writing once
doesn’t mean
that I was doing anything
I was just preparing for
the day when we were
eventually reunited
honing my skills
preparing my abilities
because without a doubt
you are who I was meant for
and so
all the rest of these words
were only there to give my
garden a rich variety
of nutrients to draw on
to show you the
bloom of my realization
of our good synchronicity
in this lasting connection
of adoration
I am not upset at you
I am mad about you
and I cannot wait any longer
so now you get to see the
boat sink itself
reading through the opening of the day
a cutting word can wait
and a joy has been found in the easing back
of trials and errors
of tribulations and folly
the scream of an upset mind
can be caught when the driving wind
will make us all see the answers again
I destroyed the sun
and angered the moon
and came back to apologize
too soon
complimenting
the swift passage of time
is the grey clouds racing by
showing the wind which way it pushes
and dragging down a dancing leaf
making my hair stay out of my face
playing a tune on the branches of trees
but my legs are churning
and I won’t shut down
I have to make a gain out of a loss
no matter how many times
I have to go
let me make up my mind in time
before I start the journey of tomorrow
instincts say
I must see myself succeeding now
while the fire starts
and everything is warming
 | Patrick Beasley Cons… on date and time |
 | Faded Ecstasy on breaking |
 | LooKOn Gaming on no meditation |
 | Devlin Demontigny on city blood |
 | Lucy on Presenting present |
| Patrick Beasley Cons… on date and time |
| Faded Ecstasy on breaking |
| LooKOn Gaming on no meditation |
| Devlin Demontigny on city blood |
| Lucy on Presenting present |
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